Survive - Arrow Fanfiction

Chapter Nineteen

In between Slade's brutal training and nights spent exploring his magnificent body, Olivia takes to trying to fix the radio that got damaged in the crash. Of course Slade grumbles that every moment should be spent training for the upcoming fight, but he leaves her to it for the most part once he realizes that she sort of knows what she's doing. It takes days, but eventually she cracks it.

"How the hell did you manage that?" Slade demands, his eyes lighting up with surprise. His grin is blinding, and for a moment the radio is long forgotten as she takes a moment to appreciate the sight of him doing pull ups on the bars of the fuselage. His hair has grown from his usual short style, and she's pretty sure that the only reason he hasn't cut it yet is because he likes the feel of her fingers running through it.

He purrs like a cat every time even though he will deny it to his last breath.

Slade jumps down, startling her back into reality. "I have no idea!" Olivia laughs, too buzzed to be offended by his surprise.

Of course it's all for nothing. Nobody can hear them and they're still trapped. Slade tries his best to hide his disappointment but Olivia sees straight through him.

Hope is a dangerous thing.

Blinking back tears, Olivia mutters that she's going to hunt, ignoring Slade as he gently calls after her.

It only occurs to her long after her tears are dry that she forgot to take any weapons.

But it's not all for nothing. When she comes back, Slade is crouched in front of the radio, his face twisted into a frustrated grimace as he turns the dial. His dark eyes study her intently and Olivia has to swallow back her apology. It's not her fault after all, she knows without a doubt that Slade does not blame her one little bit. He makes no remark about her lack of food as she offers him a small smile. "What are you doing? It doesn't work."

"You still might have done us some good, Kid," Slade says, turning his attention back to the radio. And then as if summoned by his words, they hear Fyers voice.

"Jesus Christ. Is that-"

"Fyers," Slade growls in delight, a terrible, wicked smile curling his lips. "I've managed to find the mercenaries frequency."

Slade holds up a hand for silence, and they listen with bated breath as they realise that Fyers is talking to someone off the island.

"His benefactor. It has to be," Slade says, getting up and pacing as the radio goes silent. "But who, or what, is Scylla?"

"Scylla and Charybdis. It's the Odyssey from one of the four nightmare chapters," Olivia pipes up, her blood turning cold. "Scylla was a monster."

Slade reverently picks up his swords and slides them into their holder across his back. He smiles, a chilling, bloodthirsty smile on his mouth as he rests his eyes on her. It's been a long time since she has seen him like this, his eyes lit with excitement for the coming fight. "I would very much like to meet this monster." He turns for the door but pauses before he crosses the threshold. He looks over his shoulder at her. "Are you coming?"

Despite her apprehension, Olivia finds herself matching his grin as she slides a dagger into her boot and fastens the shoulder holster Slade had given her to her body. She heads to the weapons chest and opens it, her fingers skimming along all the different daggers and guns in Slade's collection. She picks a set of Beretta 92FSs and slides them into the holster. She catches Slade's heated eyes, and she's pretty sure that it's taking all of his self control to not bend her over the weapons chest and have his way with her.

She should have known that he'd get off on watching her with his weapons.

With a clench of his jaw, he's gone and Olivia takes a brief moment to quench her sudden flare of arousal and quickly takes off after him.